For a man of too many words, poetry is a therapy, reaching for meaning in the unsaid....like painting or drawing with words. Mine are always extemporeaneous expressions of my ponderings...or wonderings....or wanderings.....a trail blazing hero of days gone by, Daniel Boone once said, "I've never been lost, but I was once bewildered for 3 or 4 days...."

The green, green, here and now, isIn this beloved land,dressed with truth tapestry... Toward the four winds ... ...This is green, now is telling me:Do not you see I'm speaking from this harmonic light?

The green really is everywhere!And almost shouting, says:Green, green, I'm here, I'm here, really.Not easy to understand the language of these greenWe speak over here.

Between here and beyond, where green isThe increasing human distracted for to listen.

The songs of beauty, reflecting the truth.The Beauty songs that reflect the goodness.Of him. here and there it is!Awaiting the time we woke up for real.The truth is this, not hiding from anyone!May seem inappropriate and fantasy stories ... for those who ignore the origin...truths ... in this eternity ...

They appear suddenly, like little sparkles. the Whole.For those who already know, these green Truths.However, this pretty much covered with kindness,perhaps out of habit, we dare to watch.Neither we encourage you to peer through a small space.

Because this green is great!The Beautiful reflection of Truthcontained in a point, singing all your notes......Mota ... not let you see, but climbing heights.Look, look!I,,, I'm here.Green says his human.

Singing birds perched on branches avenues.They sing happy, in the goodness of HeavenShout some under the rising sun.Wake up! Wake up!That the sun has risen. newly!

PoemWhat is a poem?If no ryhme, metre, or reason?Is it reflection of the mind?Is it meaning within few words?Or art for contemplation?Are we to feel or think?Perhaps it is only a release?Or a realization?Of poet mind and heart?

Well, as we have the topic on the vicissitudes of life, I remembered I have this poetry.But do not panic eh? I wrote long ago.I still had not the faintest idea that there was UB.It was not very well translated,but here it is.***

With great surprise I learned!On a notebook paperMany things drew!My thought embodied,something I already knew!But to see him there, shiningMy mind took on new light!

Images of idealsprinted with my feelingsHave led me to understandthe reason for the artistsWhat inspired discoveredthe infinity of his mind!

The infinite-upThe Infinite inwardExpress it in a thousand waysEven without realizingthat what they are formingis part of the Unity.

All are not equalIt would rarely happen!The unity only findIn true friendshipIn the cradle of idealsIn sharing our doubtsconcerns and joys.As if we were oneelapsing for the life.

To think, the simplestpleasant and substantialis available to all.but...Sometimes goes aheadAnd we do not even notice!

Above all ... Love is what happens!

G.E.G.***

It is only man’s distance from infinity that causes this concept to be expressed as one word. While infinity is on the one hand UNITY, on the other it is DIVERSITY withoutend or limit. Infinity, as it is observed by finite intelligences, is the maximum paradox of creature philosophyand finite metaphysics. Though man’s spiritual nature reaches up in the worship experience to the Father who is infinite,man’s intellectual comprehension capacity is exhausted by the maximum conception of the Supreme Being. Beyond the Supreme, concepts are increasingly names; less and less are they true designations of reality; more and more do they become the creature’s projection of finite understanding toward thesuperfinite.(1262.1)

You tell me, Father!What do I feel when I feel?Something is growing inside me!I did not know it would be,the feeling in hereconcerns about the presence;there is something in myI directedlike birds in flight ..I will carry over there.You tell me, Father!What will I feel?By elevating the lookExternal skyward.Free as a bird,I feel that everything is withinCould it be my soulwhich grows within me?That speaks to me and whispers.And I did not hear!Is that what I feel?When all I want to embraceand falls short of my conscience?You tell me, Father!Is that what I'm feeling?

G.E.G.B.

Well, are fragments of things that I wrote some time ago.With the passage of time and the arrival of Revelations into my hands,I found many explanations, and these, yeah I got up in flight!

Love to all!

Alina***

(62.1) 5:0.1...The indwelling Thought Adjusters are a part of the eternal Deity of the Paradise Father.Man does not have to go farther than his own inner experience of the soul’s contemplation of this spiritual-reality presence to find God and attempt communion with him.

I have learned the language of another world,under my substance on Urantia.I have learned the language of another world!Dust touched my body, my soul, my mind. all ...The stars that are in my,It has been recognized once again!Inhabited infinity together!At once!One, in the stars!............................